Looking at the two black footprints on my brand new shoes...

An Jiu couldn't help but raise his head.

The tyrant also raised his head.

The two people looked at each other.

An Jiu pointed at her own shoes.

Move aside, tyrant.

An Jiu knocked the dirt off her shoes, put them on, and walked outside. Tyrant followed behind her, and the two of them soon came to the kitchen.

Today's ingredients are still abundant, and An Jiu washes rice and cooks skillfully.

The tyrant followed behind her with a big bowl in his hand and watched her for a while. Just when An Jiu opened the lid of the pot and served out the cooked rice, a big bowl appeared in front of her.

An Jiu looked up at the tyrant, who handed the bowl forward with an arrogant look on his face.

Um……

very good……,

She was tired today and her shoes were dirty, which affected her mood. She planned to make a stone pot bibimbap for dinner. Of course, there was no stone pot...

Rice, eggs, vegetables, shrimps. The most difficult part is the rice sauce, which is not a problem at all. You can use mushroom beef sauce instead.

The beef belonged to An Jiu. At first, Aunt Qu disagreed. She made it clear that the emperor could not see meat, whether it was raw or cooked.

An Jiu could tell from the emperor's voice that he wanted to eat meat, and he himself didn't know that he couldn't eat meat?

An Jiu deduced that perhaps Wen Hejun's seeing meat would trigger a certain point and turn him into a tyrant...

This is what Aunt Qu and the others are afraid of.

So An Jiu suggested that since he could eat but couldn't see, then he shouldn't be allowed to see it, and the meat should be made into a meat sauce and mixed with rice and vegetables...

An Jiu was not completely without confidence in doing this. She remembered the first time she cooked for the Tyrant, she put some small slices of meat. There was not much meat at that time, and the slices were very small. The Tyrant ate a lot of it, but did not go crazy.

An Jiu was very good at making beef sauce. Based on the tyrant's taste, she added enough ingredients and made it very strong. Soon, the fragrance filled the kitchen...

An Jiuan was doing it, when he suddenly felt something. When he turned around, he saw an extremely handsome face.

The handsome guy came over without any self-awareness, staring at the pot with glowing eyes.

An Jiu was a little more sympathetic and explained, "This is a sauce. It's delicious when mixed with rice or noodles."

The tyrant moved his Adam's apple and swallowed his saliva.

An Jiu wanted to laugh when she saw it, and when the sauce was ready, she scooped a large spoonful of it for the emperor and used chopsticks to help him stir the rice in the big bowl.

The tyrant sat down and ate.

An Jiu sighed, such a simple meal, the king of a country actually ate it voraciously, like a starving ghost reincarnated, if you tell others about it, I'm afraid no one will believe it

An Jiu didn't want to eat rice, and she was too lazy to knead the dough, so she made herself some dumpling soup.

As soon as the soup came out of the pot, the emperor looked up at her.

An Jiu: "..."

She looked at the emperor's big bowl and asked uncertainly, "Have you finished yours?"

【eat. 】

【Still eating. 】

Then I could only serve him a bowl as well, and the two of them sat on the bench in the kitchen and ate the dumpling soup.

An Jiu thought that if she could travel back in time, she would definitely write this experience into a book, but according to this outrageous degree, readers would definitely not buy it and would scold her for writing it badly.

While An Jiu was daydreaming, the tyrant had finished his meal. He did not faint, nor did he return to Guanghua Palace. Instead, he went straight to the small house that An Jiu had just moved into today.

An Jiu: "..."

That's my room...

mine! ! !

However, the tyrant could not hear Anjiu's voice.

An Jiu hurriedly canned the remaining beef sauce. The staff meal was too bad. She lived alone now, so she could eat it secretly with rice...

It's delicious even when sandwiched in steamed buns...

As soon as she went out to get her things, she saw Aunt Qu. Aunt Qu nodded at her and signaled An Jiu that the emperor should go to her room.

An Jiu really wanted to ask Aunt Qu, would she just not do anything about it?

Later I thought, the tyrant is crazy and doesn’t recognize his relatives, so Aunt Qu doesn’t dare to intervene...

What should she do?

It's not good for a single man and a single woman, right?

Aunt Qu gave her a reassuring look, then took a step back and disappeared into the darkness again...

An Jiu had no choice but to go back to his room.

The tyrant lay down on the bed she had made.

An Jiu: "..."

No, she went to sleep on the dragon bed?

Ahhhhhhh.

What happened to the Dog Emperor?

she

What is he doing?

This is the staff dormitory given to her by the organization!

An Jiu stared at the tyrant, wishing he could stare a hole through him.

However, the tyrant raised his chin, and with a proud look on his face, he threw the emerald green ring he had taken off his hand in front of Anjiu...

An Jiu: "..."

She felt that a broken hard bed was really unfair to His Majesty...